Chariot Ride Prep
Luke Castellan, District 2
My prep team, whose names I neither care nor know, are almost killing me. They splash burning liquid on my legs, and yank the excess hair off of my flesh. They continue saying: Kronos will be here any minute now, sweetie! In their chirpy voices.
They must of mistaken minutes with hours, because in an hour and a half, a man comes in and they leave. The man has a bald head and sunburned skin, while his eyes, his golden eyes, seem to intimidate even the floorboards.
"I'm Kronos, your stylist" he says in a deep, growling voice. The clear windows almost shatter in his presence. I like him. "I designed your chariot costume" he says. So? My mind says.
"So?" I ask. Kronos scowled.
"I believe you don't know how important this moment is. The chariot ride is where the sponsors get to view the tributes for the first time. Are you good at making friends?" Kronos asks. I smile, smoothing out my blonde hair.
"Oh, well let's just say I can make people like me… Me liking them? That's a whole different matter". I say.
Kronos smiles. He walks over to a closet, and swings the doors open. He grins as he takes out a silver shirt and pants.
"Um… great! District 2 is Masonry… we make weapons."
"Oh, it's the prop that counts—not the actual clothes. You'll find the props in the chariot." Kronos says.
AN: Sorry that it's really short again. I promise in the actual games the chapters will be longer.